Deliver Us from EVIL

Simon's POV4

“Simon, can you hear me?” the psychiatrist asked me while I was stunned and deep in thought. I don't remember anything about what happened to me, as long as I woke up to find myself in a white room while I was wearing a patient gown and my hands were tied behind my back. Suddenly, I thought about Wesley because my last memory of him was that I saw him sitting on a chair with his hands and feet tied and half of his face bleeding. That's why I immediately looked all around me to look for him, but there was no one else there except me, the two security guards standing next to me and the female doctor in front of me.

“Where's Wesley? Where did you take my friend?” I asked the doctor, so she looked up at my face and then lowered her eyeglasses on the desk.

“How many times have you mentioned that name to me. Who is Wesley?” she politely asked me at the same time I brought my face closer to her, which shocked her.

“Please help him. Save Wesley. His life is in danger now, and someone wants